Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 69

◈ New Jegal (4)

“Keueuung.”

Zhuge Jinhui opened his eyes amidst the intense pain felt on his forehead.

“Are you awake?”

When she heard Zhuge Hyun’s voice coming from next to her, she realized that she had been lying down all this time and was soon able to figure out the whole story.

“sorry. “Elder.”

When she lowered her head and spoke with her swollen head, Zhuge Hyeon clicked his tongue and answered.

“It is done. “From the moment the true intention appeared, all plans went awry.”

It was Zhuge Hyeon who did not necessarily mention Dalian.

But perhaps she was the one who had lingering regrets, as she opened her eyes and became more motivated.

“Is it okay if I dance with that Mujin boy again?”

Zhuge Xuan, who showed nothing even when she lost in sparring, showed signs of disappointment for the first time when she asked her question.

“Tsk. The fight was legitimate. “What difference will it make if we dance again now?”

Zhuge Hyeon also vaguely sensed the fact that she was stubborn to overcome the discrimination she faced as a woman.

‘Tsk. Sometimes, you have to know how to step back.’

‘This is why women can’t do big things,’ thought Zhuge Xuan and clicked his tongue.

However, the reason why Zhuge Jinhui wanted to compete with Mujin again was not because of his obsession with winning.

“It’s not for revenge. “I just thought that if I met that boy again, I might learn something new.”

Right after waking up. She realized that she was Jeong Jejiwa. And her next feeling was one of strange curiosity.

Even now, looking back at her sparring, she was superior in martial arts. But she lost in Dalian.

In particular, Mujin’s judgment at the end far exceeded her expectations.

The same was true when the boy, who had not even reached the point of construction, dug in with his knee to seal her arm, and the last headbutt.

‘If you think about it, it was like playing into the game that that Mujin boy had set up in the first place.’

I was also intrigued by the state of mind that ridiculed the elder of the Zhuge family, known as New Qi Zhuge.

Although she was called a genius within the family, she never dared to come up with an idea that could rival Zhuge Family and the elders.

To her, they were ‘adults’ after all, and she was in a position to be acknowledged by them.

However, the child toyed with Zhuge Hyeon, whom he considered an adult, with a few words and led the game as he wanted.

Zhuge Jinxi was curious about the secret.

She also thought that if she could figure out the secret, she could also be recognized by Sega.

Realizing her stubbornness hidden behind her elegant and calm appearance, Zhuge Hyun sighed and answered.

“Are you saying you’re going to go out like that?”

There was a huge lump growing on her forehead, which Zhuge Hyeon pointed to with his finger.

* * *

A few days later.

After getting rid of the lump within a few days with Zhuge Emperor’s special ointment, she set out without Zhuge Emperor’s knowledge.

This was because he knew that Zhuge Hyeon was reluctant to spar with Mu Jin.

Armed with a sword belt, which was almost like a bodyguard, she secretly arrived at the musculoskeletal treatment clinic and encountered an unexpected person in front of the entrance.

“What is happening here with the wife of the Zhuge family?”

At the appearance of a middle-aged monk asking questions while blowing on a bottle of liquor in one hand, tension appeared in Jegal Jinhee’s eyes.

“Murim Malhak meets the old man Hangmabultoe.”

Zhuge Se, who prides himself on being smart, is someone who even adults have given up on analysis. He came face to face with a madman called Chwibul.

“You’re an old man, so it seems like you’re being treated like an old man. Just call me by my Buddhist name or nickname. Anyway, what brought you here?”

Jegal Jin-hee, who thought for a moment while looking at Hye-gwan asking the question with a drunken face, chose to attack head-on.

“… … I came to see if I could spar with the Mujin boy again. Oh, it came separately from Sega.”

“Hmm. “It certainly doesn’t seem to have a tail.”

In the meantime, Hye-gwan must have been looking for a sign of Hyeongeomdae by spreading energy waves, and after answering that, she turned around and took a sip of her drink.

“Follow me in. “I will guide you to Mujin.”

When Hye-gwan got over it easier than expected, she followed him even though she was puzzled.

Let’s take a moment to walk around the inside of the clinic with Hye-gwan.

“If you come here, there will be Mujin.”

Hyegwan, who said that, as if she had finished her business, unfolded the Gyeongsinbeop and disappeared onto the roof of the pavilion.

‘Whoa.’

After taking a deep breath, Zhuge Jinhui opened the door to the palace.

The one who made himself Jeongjeojiwa. Perhaps what was reflected in her eyes as her heart pounded ever so slightly at the thought of meeting a child who would broaden her horizons… … .

“Whoop.”

It was Mujin’s wild muscles, with his clothes off, holding a huge piece of iron.

Looking at Mujin’s muscles moving violently every time he lifts a huge piece of iron.

“… … .”

A small blush appeared on her face, which seemed blunt.

‘Oh, I thought it was a child.’

As much as he lost, he recognized Mujin’s skills. But that was just recognition of his martial arts skills, and he didn’t even expect that he would have such a manly body.

In particular, as she grew up in a huge family called Jegal, she never saw a man’s naked body.

‘It looks just like a rock.’

When she was thinking that thought in her mind.

thud.

Mujin, who was in the middle of lifting and lowering a piece of iron, carefully placed it on the wooden floor.

“When did you come?”

Mujin, who was concentrating on ironing, realized that she was standing at the entrance only after finishing one episode.

She responded in shock, feeling as if she had been caught doing something bad.

“Well, I just came in! Oh, I didn’t see anything, so don’t worry about it!”

Mujin thought about how he was yelling, unlike the calm look he had seen a few days ago.

‘You seem quite upset.’

It seemed like it had a record of him fainting after being headbutted.

“Now that I look like this, I think it would be best to get dressed first and have a conversation.”

As Mujin said that, he turned his upper body to pick up the lyrics he had taken off next to him, and his angular muscles also moved along with the movement.

Zhuge Jinhui’s eyes were following those muscles without even realizing it.

But I wasn’t just paying attention and looking at the muscles.

What caught her eye were the scars etched all over those angular muscles.

Those scars were the healed marks from the wounds I received in the heuksabang that I attacked with Hye-gwan a few days ago.

‘… … That was the source of that skill.’

It goes without saying, but there wasn’t a single scar like that on her body.

It was a story that would have made her proud as a woman, but instead she felt ashamed.

I thought I had studied martial arts relentlessly in order to be called a genius within my family, but now that I think about it, I realized that I was just training comfortably in a comfortable environment.

‘It really was nothing more than Jeongjeojiwa… … .’

While she was taking time to reflect on herself, Mujin picked up the lyrics and put on his clothes.

“ha.”

As Mujin’s muscles and scars were covered by clothes, an exclamation of regret escaped Jegal Jinhee’s mouth without her knowledge.

“Is something bad happening?”

When Mujin asked about that sigh, she was embarrassed and screamed.

“Oh, nothing happened!?”

“… … .”

Contrary to my first impression, she was a very clingy woman.

“Then what brought you to see me? “Jegal, my lord.”

Only then did she come to her senses and answer that question in a calm tone.

“I came here to see if I could spar with the Mujin boy again. Oh, it’s not because of Sega’s business. “It’s just my arbitrary action.”

“Is that so.”

At her words, Mujin shook his head and thought.

‘Are you a harsher girl than she looks?’

Doesn’t that mean he came here for revenge?

But there was nothing particularly bad about it. No, it was actually good.

‘Because the last meeting was helpful in many ways.’

How to deal with someone with a higher level of skill using the power of outer space, or how to deal with Zen dharma, etc. It was sparring where I learned a lot in many ways.

“As long as it is not a fight for interests, Dalian is always welcome. Amitabha Buddha.”

“Thanks for understanding.”

When Mujin first bowed as class president, she also bowed with her arms raised and immediately took out two fans.

This time, I wanted to give my best from the start.

After confirming that she was ready, Mujin rushed towards Jegal Jinhee.

And the sparring that started, although similar to the last time, started to flow a little differently.

Every time Mujin moved his body violently to attack her, glimpses of his collarbone or biceps through Mujin’s lyrics kept catching her eye.

‘Hey, this is the handsome guy I’ve only heard about!?’

When Zhuge Jinhui was thinking of a strange idea. Mujin immediately pulled her back.

In the last sparring, when Mujin, who had been so persistent like a libertine, suddenly widened the distance, a look of puzzlement appeared on Jegal Jinhee’s face.

Mujin, who had widened his distance towards her, opened his mouth in protest.

“It seems like the Lord’s heart is full of anguish. I felt like an accident would happen if I continued sparring like this, so I got bitten. Amitabha Buddha.”

“!!!”

It was a shameful and humiliating statement. She wanted to scream and yell, but like the daughter of the Zhuge family, she barely suppressed her anger.

As Mu-jin said, he realized that if the sparring continued as it is, accidents would likely occur.

‘If we continue sparring like this, I might fall for the handsome guy world. I can’t believe I’m falling for the handsome man of the same name. ‘This shouldn’t happen!’

Truly a seasoned fellow with a wealth of practical experience!

However, since I noticed that she was a handsome man, she was not one to be easily ignored.

‘okay. This is not a thrill for men. ‘I’m excited to meet my match!’

Didn’t old adults often talk about this? The existence of a good enemy is a catalyst that improves one’s skills, so it is an enemy and an ally at the same time.

After organizing her thoughts up to that point, she asked a question to her ‘enemy’ since the sparring had already stopped.

“What did I look like in the eyes of Mujin Dongja?”

“Are you talking about Jegal Jinhee, the lord?”

“Oh, no! “Not me, but me, my martial arts skills!”

“ah… … .”

Mujin looked at her screaming again and scratched his beardless chin to gather his thoughts.

She referred to it as ‘martial arts’, but from what Mujin had seen and experienced so far, this was largely a combination of external and internal techniques, as well as her understanding of martial arts and practical experience.

Even the ‘understanding of martial arts’ is also the art of handling weapons such as recommended angles, swordsmanship, and seonbeop, as well as sword skills and martial arts. The art of handling bets that produce swords, etc. In addition, there is the Gyeongshin Law.

It was a concept that was a mixture of many complex things.

And when I compared myself and her as objectively as possible based on past sparring, the level of internal strength was similar and she had the upper hand in understanding martial arts. She was confident that she had an overwhelming advantage in external skills and practical experience.

If I fought her 10 times, I wouldn’t be able to avoid a struggle, but honestly, I thought I would have a chance of winning.

However, it was a hassle to tell these things one by one to a girl who had a high probability of dying in the future and a high probability of becoming an enemy even if she lived.

“Honestly, I thought that Lord Siju was more advanced in martial arts than I was. Amitabha Buddha.”

“… … “That means that I lacked practical experience.”

She returned to her calm tone again and lowered her head with a somewhat bitter expression.

‘Write it. ‘It’s a terrible thing to turn a blind eye when you know that you might die within a few years.’

Unlike when she was tinkling, her dejected appearance looked particularly neat.

‘okay. If he survives with my help, he might actually be on my side.’

Didn’t there also happen to the Mu-gyeong guy and Ryu Seol-hwa’s incident?

If he helped her, she might come to his side instead of Sega.

And above all, Mujin opened his mouth at the thought that it would be a terrible thing to just leave someone who might die.

“I’m lumping it together as a practical experience, but that’s not necessarily true. I feel that Lord Zhuge’s improvisation was quite outstanding. Didn’t you shed or block all the herbivores that I transformed and used?”

“Really?”

“That’s right.”

At Mujin’s praise, the flower that had been bowing its head bloomed brightly.

‘She was a girl who expressed her emotions more honestly than she looked, huh?’

Mujin thought to himself about her attitude of showing emotions instantly.

“Then, what does Mujin Dongja’s ‘lack of practical experience’ mean?”

“The pressure of actual competition. And it meant impatience due to not being used to pressure.”

It was a remark pointing out that in the end, when she tried to use Seongi, which was not perfect, she was counterattacked.

She had already been defeated by Mujin, and seeing the traces of battle engraved on Mujin’s body, it was something she couldn’t deny.

“So you’re saying ‘Martial Arts’ wasn’t bad.”

“yes. “I don’t think I’m in a position to talk about the strengths and weaknesses of martial arts skills that are superior to mine.”

For a moment, Mujin looked at her happily shaking her head at his words, and then added, feeling somewhat uneasy.

“ah. However, you should not go out and wander around here and there just to gain practical experience. The reality is that you don’t know when or how you will die. “You should not gain practical experience through such ignorant methods.”

I don’t know what would happen in the original history, but it wouldn’t be that unpleasant if she died unexpectedly because of his advice.

And when Mujin clearly pointed out her intention, she responded in a puzzled voice.

“Well, I’ve never had such an ignorant thought before?”

“… … Is that so.”

Anyone could see that it looked the same.

“But by any chance, are you worried about me now?”

“… … “Is that so?”

Mujin thought as he answered in an uneasy tone.

‘You’re not going to scream, ‘Why are you worrying about me’?’

And her face turned red and she cried out.

“Mu, I am not so weak that you should worry!”

“Oh, yeah… … .”

Now it was Mujin who wanted her to go back.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,